Leela ne projector ki switch dabayi aur hall ki last slide kaat gayi. Khidki se Bengaluru ki dopahar ki roshni aa rahi thi, aur main folding chair ko deewar se sata hi raha tha ki uski awaaz peeth par pad gayi.
“Yash, ek minute. Jo demonstration adhura reh gaya, woh ab kar lein?”
Main mud kar dekha. Cotton kurta aur jeans mein woh table ke paas khadi thi, workshop ka badge ab bhi gale mein jhul raha tha. Trainer nikal chuka tha. Pankhe ki dheemi hawa mein hum akele the.
Maine chair ko deewar se laga diya. “Demo ke liye koi aur nahi rukha?”
“Nahi.” Usne badge utar kar table par rakh diya. “Main pehle hi soch chuki thi ki yeh course chhod dungi. Pichle Sunday raat maine cancel ka message type kiya tha. Phir tune woh cervix wala chart pakad kar jo seedha sawal poocha, uske baad maine send nahi dabaya.”
Yeh baat sunkar meri saans atak si gayi. Bengaluru Bharat ka bada shehar hai, yahan log jaldi nikal jaate hain, lekin usne mujhe rok liya tha apni us pehli choice ko tod kar.
Main chart ke kareeb gaya. Paper par printed diagram ab bhi tape se chipka tha. “Isliye tu ruki, kyunki mera sawal tha?”
Leela ne sir hilaya. “Isliye ruki kyunki tune sharmate hue nahi, saaf poocha. Mujhe laga ki agar main chali gayi to wahi purana darr phir jeet jayega.”
Rukne ka pehla saval
Usne mera haath liya aur diagram ke neeche laayi. Ungliyon ke neeche paper garam tha. Main uski aankhen dekh raha tha, chart nahi. Uski aankhen tez thin, lekin daant nahi.
“Yahan pressure nahi, sirf naam hai,” usne kaha, phir meri hatheli ko apni kamar ke bagal tak le gayi, kapde ke upar. “Agar yeh zyada ho to haath hata dena.”
Maine haath nahi hataya. Kurta ke cotton ke neeche uski body ki garmi saaf thi. Woh meri taraf ek kadam aayi, itni kareeb ki uski saans meri collarbone par padi.
“Yeh ab class jaisa nahi lag raha,” maine kaha.
“Class khatam ho chuki. Jo bacha hai, woh tabhi hai jab dono chahein.”
Itna kaafi tha. Maine uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye aur usne chuma, pehle halka, phir muh khol kar. Uski jeeb meri jeeb se mili. Table ki kinara meri kamar se takrai. Main uski chhati ke kapde ko anguthe se sahlaya, button ke upar, aur usne meri shirt ki pehli button khol di.
Hindustan mein aise workshops Sunday ko hi milte hain, posters par badi badi baatein likhi rehti hain, lekin us dopahar hall mein sirf do saansen thin aur ek adhura chart.
Leela ne meri shirt ke do aur button khole. Uska haath seene par raha, phir neeche. Main uski kurta ki hem uthakar pet tak gaya. Skin gili nahi thi, sirf garam. Usne meri jeans ki belt ke kareeb ungli rakh di, ruki, meri taraf dekha.
Maine uska kara chuma. Woh aage badi. Hum chart se hat kar un neele yoga mats par aa gaye jo stretching ke liye bichhe the. Woh baithi, maine uske saamne ghutne tek diye, kurta ke neeche se chuchiyon ko kapde ke saath dabaya. Uski ek awaaz nikal gayi, chhoti, saaf.
“Aur neeche,” usne kaha, apni jeans ki zip kholte hue. Main zip ko poora nahi kheench raha tha ki usne khud belt ke hook khol diye. Jeans tangon se utri, kameez ke neeche sirf cotton underwear reh gayi. Main muh se uski thighs ke andar chuma, dheere, aur uski chut kapde ke upar geeli ho chuki thi.
Usne mera sar pakda. “Yash. Seedha baat kar. Tujhe lesson chahiye ya mujhe?”
“Tujhe.”
Woh let gayi. Main underwear ke elastic ko kheencha, uski marzi se, aur zubaan uski chut par rakh di. Swad namak jaisa tha, garam. Uski ungliyan mere baal mein fasin. Main halke se chata, phir tez, jab uski kamar uthne lagi to ruk kar sirf saans di, phir wapas muh lagaya.
Leela ne meri shirt poori khol di jab main uth kar uske upar aaya. Mera lund jeans ke andar kasa tha. Usne zip kholi, haath ke andar se pakda, dheere hilaya. Maine bhi uski chuchi muh mein li, kapda sarka kar. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Hum kapde aur utarne hi wale the ki bahar se awaaz aayi.
Gopal ke waqt ne palat diya
Phir knock hui. Do baar, lakdi par. Gopal ki moti awaaz darwaze ke us paar se aayi, andar ghuse bina.
“Leela madam, lock karna hai aaj jaldi. Bees minute aur doon kya?”
Leela ne meri kamar par haath dabaye rakha, awaaz seedhi rakhi. “Haan, Gopal. Bees minute kaafi hain. Aap corridor mein hi rahiye.”
“Theek hai. Main baad mein aata hoon.”
Uske kadam door ho gaye. Hall mein pankha hi bacha. Leela ne meri taraf dekha, ab uski aankhen pehle jaisi shant nahi thin.
“Pehle socha tha ki sirf haath dikhaungi, naam dungi, nikal jaungi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Bees minute mein lesson nahi hota. Agar tu ab bhi yahin hai to main tujhe andar lena chahti hoon. Condom table ke bowl mein pada hai, wahi jo demo ke liye rakha tha.”
Main uth kar table gaya, ek packet uthaya, wapas mat par aaya. Usne jeans meri tangon se poori utar di, underwear bhi. Mera lund uski hatheli mein tha, kara. Maine packet khola, condom chadha diya. Usne pair failaye, mujhe khincha.
Pehle dhakke par uski chut ne rok sa liya, phir khuli. Main andar gaya, ruk kar uska munh dekha. Usne meri gardan nicha ki aur chuma. Phir maine hilana shuru kiya, lambe, phir tez jab uski ungliyan meri peeth par kasti thin.
Mat neeche se sarak raha tha. Chart wala stand humse do kadam door tha, us par ab bhi wahi diagram tha jiske kaaran woh ruki thi. Yeh soch kar meri kamar aur kasi. Usne pair meri kamar pe lapete. Main uski chuchi ko anguthe se dabaata raha, muh uske gale par.
“Yahan, aur andar,” usne kaha, aur maine angle badla. Uski awaaz dab gayi, phir khuli. Main tez choda, mat ki kinara uske baal se chipak gayi. Uski chut geeli thi, condom ke saath siski nikal rahi thi. Usne apna ek haath apni chut ke upar le jaakar malish ki, meri har movement ke saath.
Khidki se shaam ki pehli dhalti roshni aa rahi thi, Bengaluru ki traffic ki door ki seeti ke saath. Hall ke andar sirf hamari skin ki awaaz thi. Maine uski kamar pakad kar uthaya, gehra gaya. Leela ne aankhen band ki, phir kholin, mere naam ke bagair sirf saans chhodi, aur uski body ki tarah uski tangen bhi kaanpne lagin.
Uske baad meri bhi hadd aayi. Main andar tak raha, condom ke saath, kamar jakad kar, phir dheere bahar aaya. Donon mat par let kar ek pal pankha dekhte rahe. Uski saans mere kandhon par thi, meri saans uske baal mein.
Kapde dhoondte hue koi bhaashan nahi hua. Usne underwear aur jeans pehne, kurta ke button galat hole mein daale, phir theek kiye. Maine condom band karke dustbin mein daala jo pehle se corner mein tha, shirt pehni, belt kasi.
Leela ne table se apna badge nahi uthaya. Dupatta chair se liya, gale mein daala. “Gopal ko main bol deti hoon.”
Shaam ko darwaza
Woh darwaze tak gayi, latch khola, corridor ki tube light andar aa gayi. Gopal kee chappal ki awaaz pehle se bahar thi.
“Aap lock kar sakte hain,” Leela ne seedhi awaaz mein kaha, itni unchi ki mujhe bhi sunaayi di. “Merii taraf se agla Sunday mat rakhna. Course meri list se nikal dijiyega.”
Gopal ne kuch kaha, halka, haan jaisa. Leela ne peeche mud kar mujhe dekha, sirf ek baar, phir seedhi se utar gayi. Koi extra lafz nahi, koi next class nahi.
Main chair se apna phone uthaya, khidki ke kareeb se Bengaluru ki shaam dekhi, aur uske baad hi corridor mein nikla. Neeche chowk par Leela nahi thi. Community centre ka sign board ab bhi Sunday workshop likhe hue tha, lekin jo ruka tha woh cancel ke message se zyada aage nikal chuka tha.